This whole thing is a bit of a shitpost really. Don't take this site seriously whatsoever.
I'm quite tired today so I basically accomplished nothing at my job.
I'm a librarian, so in between helping the occasional patron who needs to find a book, or use some facility, I'm supposed
to get caught up on emails, do research on new acquisition, look through the list of new media requests, make a write up for the events we plan, etc.
Ironic that the thing I do the least is actually read the books that I fell in love with.
And out of love with.
And threw against my wall.
And fell back in love again.
It's quite a toxic relationship, but I'm content. Maybe not happy, but content is far more than a lot of people get.
But today, I was tired so I just read. Barely opened emails, didn't once open Word. Just read. I didn't even read a book, just some shitty webcomic.
Maybe tomorrow my life will be different and I'll get to feel something else again.
instead of tired at a library.
worried that the old man in the corner did heroin again and died in his chair.
slumped over, we let him rest for a while before checking on him, seems like he doesn't sleep much at night.
we have that in common.
If he and I weren't so tired maybe I could do something else, could have done something else.
Instead I have a mental timer running to check up on him, with a dose of narcan ready just in case.
Tomorrow will be a different lie I tell to myself.
Hopefully